I gasp, nodding, loving the dirty edge of his words, loving how he’ll go there and not think I can’t handle it. I still my hips, even though I want desperately to push back on him. Instead, I lie there and let him continue to fill me, helpless against his enormous size.
“Yes, take it. Fucking take my big cock, baby,” he says, laying his full weight on top of me, smashing my face into the pillows as he grunts above me, thrusting hard and slow. “Don’t make a sound.”
The compression in my lungs squeezes out any remaining anxiety from yesterday, and his weight pushing me into the mattress makes me feel so fucking cared for. His thrusts press my trapped cock between the mattress and my belly, ripping sounds from me I’ve never made before.
“Shh, shh, shh, baby. Absolute quiet,” he warns, fucking into me harder, stealing more of my oxygen.
26
ERIK
In the distance, beyond the slick, sliding sounds of Ant taking an absolute pounding, I hear Abuela puttering around in the kitchen.
Whispering roughly, I warn, “Better be extra quiet. Don’t want your abuela to hear what a dirty boy her Ant can be for me.”
He says nothing, but his muscles twitch and strain under me, letting me know he’s close. He practically disappears under me, and I don’t know how he’s breathing with his face shoved into the pillow like that.
“You still breathing, baby? You can use your words.”
“Yesss,” he hisses. “I love it.”
“Good boy,” I emphasize with a hard hip roll. “Fuck, baby, your little body under mine turns me on so much. I fucking love taking you like this. So helpless and perfect for me.”
His silence sets me on fire, and I speed up, loving how his body languidly rocks up and back as I thrust into him. He turns his head to the side, sipping air with a small smile playing on his lips. He then angles just enough so our eyes meet, his steady gaze capturing mine as I bury myself inside him.
Fuck. That look of dark, helpless desire feeds my soul.
The nearly silent, boneless way he’s taking me—especially knowing how powerful and vicious he can be when the situation calls for it—sends ecstasy punching its way through every fiber in my body.
I drop my entire weight onto his prone, helpless body, pressing him even harder into the mattress, shaking as the orgasm throbs through me. Pumping his perfect hole full of cum makes me dizzy with pleasure, but I need to see it. Gasping for air, swaying like a drunk, I pull out and stroke myself through the rest of this never-ending orgasm, loving how the hot cum stripes Ant’s dripping, stretched hole and reddened ass.
“Fuck, you look beautiful covered in my cum,” I whisper, grabbing his hip, turning him over so he’s lying in my cum as more bubbles and spills from his stretched hole.
I eyeball his leaking cock, hard and straining toward his belly.
“Look who likes being used,” I murmur, running my thumb and forefinger through the stain on the bed before stroking his desperate cock.
He rolls his hips and lets out a little whimper.
“No, no, no. Don’t move, baby. Don’t make a sound, or I’ll stop.”
He presses his lips together and forces his body to relax, his eyes begging me to see he’s complied.
“There,” I say, delicately taking him in a deliberately insufficient two-finger stroke. “So good for me. You know how much I like it when you let me take over, don’t you?”
Not daring to even nod his head, he blinks once.
“So tiny and strong,” I say, running my free hand over his belly and chest, skimming the hard, needy nipples. “Such pretty skin and hair, delectable. Mine.”
I can’t resist the call of those hardened, cherry-chocolate nubs and leave his needy cock to capture both between thumb and forefinger. He arches when I first stretch them, but a look from me sends him melting back against the well-worn sheets.
“There you go. Take what I give you.”
I reward his cooperation by stretching and teasing his nipples for a few more seconds. When I release them, they’re fat and angry, riding the wave of his expanding and collapsing chest. Grinning, I dip down for a taste, and they are as delicious as they look.
His cock starts bobbing and leaking thick, slow drips of precum. I two-finger stroke him a few times, and he beautifully gives in to my touch, even as his eyes tell me the teasing is driving him out of his mind.
“You are trying so hard to be good for me, and I love it.”
